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Friday...

Was it already Friday?

Friday...

Friday...

My brain refused to accept the glowing numbers 06:30 on the screen of my phone that had just woken me up with plenty of melodic chiming and beeping and generally being a bitch.

Lion eyes opened and closed and tried to fix on the small screen before I forced them to stay open.

06:31.

It was Friday...Friday was good thing. That meant a morning shift with Mason and Crystal, but I would be out by four and then I would have a long evening unlike the last one, and I could just...

06:32.

Oh well...I didn't really know what to do with my weekend. Perhaps I'd go out to the gym and have some lunch outside, maybe call up some friends and hang out in an artsy coffee bar like as if we were still college students preparing to take the world by surprise. I wondered if I still had my beret somewhere in my wardrobe...

06:33.

I flicked my heavy tail against the side of the bed and batted it with a nice thump. I flexed my handpaws and my footpaws and was happy to find out that I still had the motor control of twenty digits.

One of my paws did what was only natural and migrated to my ass to give it a customary scratch while I yawned wide enough to display my tonsils. I drew a deep breaths and flicked my ears and looked at the phone screen again.

06:34.

I kicked the covers away and simply lay there quietly, a considerable mass of golden-furred lion enjoying the final seconds of his night's rest on his comfortable nest of pillows and duvets.

I wondered if I could spare one more minute. My ass was likign with the scratch so far and allowed me to let the paw move over to destination number two, my happily dormant sheath. It received a needed squeeze and a stroke, simply for the very joy of owning one, and then my paws were at rest again, and my tail stretched as much as my body did while I enjoyed myself for that one precious moment further.

06:35.

Ugh...morning...

But at least it's Friday!

The fluffy mat tickled my soles as I made my zombie shuffle towards the bathroom for a necessary visit before migrating to the kitchen corner of my one-room apartment. The place was only little bigger than your typical dorm, I guess, but it held all the amenities a single fur could ask for, the building was okay enough, the neighbourhood was safe and the rent was not bad at all. Sure, I had to store my clothes in plastic boxes under the bed and there were only a few square feet of space left once you deduced the space needed by the furniture, but it was a home for me, and I was fine with it. At least I wasn't paying for something I didn't need, was my motto on this issue, too, so you would not hear me moaning about my accommodations.

Small or not, my kitchen could still hold the most essential piece of equipment of them all, the coffee-maker standing on its regal spot next to the electric cooking unit and the microwave. My good friend greeted me with hisses and pops as soon as I fed it with water and ground coffee, and I couldn't help but smile at the idea of a good hot cuppa soon to be enjoyed by this strapping lion.

The difference between 8 hours of sleep and 4 hours of sleep was more than evident for Rory the golden butt, that was me, as I happily padded over to the bathroom again to have a quick soak in the warm shower. I washed away the last remaining vestiges of the night before the last as the subtle scent of my own Xanthomax Wash and Go shampoo and conditioner mix lathered all over my gorgeous body replaced the hint of soapy scent left over from Victor's soap. I rinsed it all away under the jets of hot water and didn't miss the opportunity to stretch and gyrate a little as the water ran all over my lean body and made me feel more of a living kitten again after the deep sleep.

I stood there for a little moment and then gave myself the shake of a lifetime, splashing the glass walls of the shower cabinet with sweet-smelling water and dripping profusely before I switched on the dryer function and gave myself a purr-inducing hot air bath instead. I held my eyes closed and titled my head back so that it would get my mane from all the angles necessary, because I really didn't want to bother with the paw-held furdryer at the moment. Once I found myself to be dry enough I stepped our, loopy-tailed and bright-eyed and already catching the sweet smell of my morning nectar.

My green bathrobe was like a second layer of fluffy fur once I got it wrapped around myself and I was seated comfortably in my favourite chair with coffee, corn flakes and laptop within the reach of a paw. My setup was good and familiar, not unlike the one I had had on the morning before, but what was missing were the unfamiliar scents and the presence of the big and smiling Dobie who had made good coffee and made fun and dirty jokes while we shared a post-carnal breakfast.

I chuckled into my mug as I recalled Victor talking about the Lion King jokes and his porn picture. My sheath had the opinion that a little bit of fun in the morning might not be out of the question, but the rest of me decided that I would be better off by giving it a small break. The temptation for seconds or even a third go was also a considerable whenever I played around, and going to work unsatisfied would mean blue balls and lots of standing really carefully behind the cash register.

Nahh, it was better for all parties involved that I would just be a good, chaste Rory Gliese and enjoy a more innocent fun of checking my Facebook and a couple of news sites to see what was going on. I didn't pay much heed to the numerous wall updates flooding my account, since I really didn't hang around on Facebook that much. Sure, I had Marge in there, a few friends back from college days like Emma, or Peter, or Nancy, or Christopher, and even Mason was in my friends list, but what could I say to them online that I couldn't speak at work? We didn't hang out socially after work anyway, so I didn't see much point in beginning to do that either in the mysterious cyberrealm that was Facebook.

There was mom, though, posting up a picture of some new kitchen blender she had bought, and some rant about how her 20-year-old blender had broken and she had to buy a new one. For a brief moment I thought about commenting on it, but decided that it was way too risky, because theb mom might start to bombard me with suggestions that I should get some nice kitchen appliances as well, or, even better, the perfect piece of kitchen equipment, a BOYFRIEND.

The idea of an apron-wearing swish fur in my kitchen corner peeling vegetables and mixing batter for soufflés was not an unappealing one, but the reality of not actually knowing any suitable candidates would be hard to explain for someone like mom was a pain. Sometimes I wondered whether she realized that "gay" was not a uniform culture or a type of personality, like, say "Amish" signified a clear cultural group with their own habits, ways of clothing and all that was involved. Not every gay guy liked the same things or liked the same kind of foods or were generally compatible. I'd met enough decent guys to tell them apart from the non-decent ones, and I had long past decided that I would not settle for someone who wasn't good enough. Call me selfish or not, but I didn't want to spend the best part of my life pretending to live a middle class dream with a guy who was simply not worth it.

I wondered idly whether Victor had ever had a proper boyfriend.

Of course I had a few ones over the years, but the year and a half with Graham was my best shot in a steady relationship as of yet. It had been okay, why not? We were starry-eyed, kinda in love, the sex was good, we were sweethearts for as long as it lasted...until we realized that beyond a few books and movies and shared quips about a couple of professors and my cock and his butt...besides those small things, we had absolutely nothing in common.

I still had the photo somewhere, of me wearing my goofy, artsy black beret and with my arms around the smoothly smiling leopard who was giving me some gay eyes and generally looking like he had been on catnip. I can't remember who took that picture but judging from the cheesy old movie posters on the background I decided that it had to be from that small café on the university campus where English students used to hang out. To think of it, I don't think you could have that kind of an environment without old movie posters, anyway.

One time I did search him up on Facebook, a great stalker moment, yeah, and he seemed to be the same. His status updates on his wall had that same wit in them, so profound that I could pretty much hear his voice in my head even when I read the little jokey remarks there. There was also a photo of him posing goofily while having his arms around a leopard whose neck scarf and stylish shoulder bag were more than indicative that he was just as artsy and fabulous as Graham himself was.

I didn't bother to stalk him any more after that. It wasn't worth it. It also reminded me that I definitely should donate my beret to the Salvation Army, should it come to that.

News offered a little amusement and the food was uninteresting, but at least it would offer enough sustenance until I could go out and catch some lunch from work. I was even a good boy and lapped up the remaining milk from the bowl before stuffing the kitchenwares into the sink. My clothes were found from one of the boxes under the bed that definitely would not have passed a Queer Eye review, but in any case, it only really mattered that I was wearing neat, dark pants since whatever else would be taken over by the uniform shirt. I decided on a nondescript T-shirt and pulled it on before a quick check of the time told me that I already had to be going.

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The cold had me puffing a little bit while I fumbled with my keys to get the front door open and let myself into the comfortingly warm bookstore. I found both of my co-workers in my sights as soon as soon as I dragged the door closed behind me and concentrated what was going on.

"Morning, Rory!"

"Hey, Crystal!" I replied as cheerfully as 7:45 am allowed me to do.

The young palomino showed me flicking ears and pearly white buckteeth as she looked up at me over one of the shelves, easily towering not only over the shelf but myself included, not to mention the wolf who was helping her out. Mason the wolf stood nearby, rummaging through a cardboard box and bobbing his head along to invisible music coming from his MP3 player, or so I suspected. He was also still wearing the skater-style purple winter hat that he usually liked to wear while off-duty, to round off his perfect frat boy looks. His swishy tail was beating a rhythm to his music, too, and I guess it's nothing naughty to confess that it didn't look bad at all.

"Wassup Rory, long time no see!"

I tugged off my gloves and pushed them under my arm as I approached the working pair, unbuttoning the collar of my winter jacket as I took the necessary steps.

"Yeah, two days, I reckon," I smirked at the tall girl who smiled back to me and flicked her whole head as a sign of her amusement.

Even Mason finally caught the sight of me and waved a paw to me as a way of hello before he went back to unpacking a whole boxful of Stephanie Meyer books into their places on the Edward stand. I gave him back a smile and a wave and a tail flick, to be really polite. I wasn't in a bad mood to begin with, but...morning. I stand guilty as charged.

"Doing fine, Rory?"

"Yeah, like always," I rubbed my cheeks to get the lingering feelings of cold from them. "How was your dentist?"

Crystal's smile widened out into considerable proportions as she displayed her dental equipment for my scrutiny. Everything I could see was very white and very well in proportion and quite pristine as far as I knew. I could also smell a hint of mint in her breath.

"It was just a quick polish, no cavities," the soft-toned horse closed her muzzle and simply gave me amused eyes.

"That's excellent!" I smiled.

"There're a couple of extra boxes waiting in the back, you could bring those over once you come over," Crystal replied, going back to business now and turning for her own book box instead.

"Sure," I replied with an ear flick and made my way downstairs and into the concrete bunker that was the locker room to get rid of my winter wears and don my uniform.

Newly trusted with the responsibility of handling a barcode scanner, I decided to be the big boy that I was and carried both of the noticeably heavy boxes of books into the shop. I settled them down to the cart that Crystal had pulled out of the storage closet to help with the process of restocking. I stretched briefly afterwards and liked how my arms felt after that little display of might and strength, as simple as it was.

"So what do we got here?" I spoke to have something to say as I used a convenient claw to open the strip of tape that had been plastered over the already opened box to keep it neat and safely closed while still in storage.

Crystal's head re-appeared over the shelf to look at me as she spoke.

"Oh, it's the textbooks, I thought I'd delegate all of those for you so that we don't have to run around between sections when we put them onto their places."

"That's neat thinking, thanks," my tail flicked along its familiar "8" -shaped path behind me while I opened the box and discovered plastic-wrapped biology and law books that I knew to weight about four pounds apiece.

They could've as well been small paw weights at the gym, I decided as I picked the first volume and heaved it up to its place on the uppermost shelf, just under the sign that read: "LIBERAL ARTS - THAT DOESN'T MEAN PAINTING" If I had to keep doing that all day, I would not need gym.

"I heard from a friend at the college that the cellular microbiology is starting for the med students, so I took the books out of storage, that's the other box," Crystal added from her own vantage point as she watched me do the heavy hauling for her.

"I'll brace for the sudden rush of overeager med students, thanks for the head up," I snuffled.

I was pretty sure that if it had been Marge on the other end of the banter, she would have made jokes about us having to be wary of becoming subjects to thorough physical examinations and being forced to act as anatomical models for reproductive medicine demonstrations. Crystal simply smirked and clip-clopped along on her way to fetch more books.

I carried on my heavy haulage for a little bit longer and managed to unload the biology books into their place by the time that Crystal returned from the storage room with her own heavy burden. Mason had also went on his way and was now checking out the kids' section in general, still deep in his very own music space while he carried on working quietly.

"How was the afternoon yesterday anyway, Rory?" Crystal spoke up once we were in closer quarters again and I was putting some romance novels back into alphabetic order.

"Lots of students and a few kids as always, and downstairs got its fair share of people coming in too, "I smiled. "Mason actually managed to sell an encyclopaedia."

Her ears perked up.

"He did?"

"Yeah, the 1970's Britannica," I spoke as if I was announcing the purchase of a previously unknown Picasso painting.

The palomino flicked her ropey tail around and chuckled.

"Wow, great job, man!" she chimed and made a high-five in the air towards the general direction of the oblivious wolf still hard at work, getting no reaction from the busy lupine.

"Star salesfur, Mason!" I added, yelping it loud enough in the hopes that I might actually get past the cacophony of the music blasting into his ears.

Mason's ears flicked and I received an eye from him, and I smiled. The wolf tugged one of his earplugs off.

"You got something for me, Rory?"

"We were just talking about how you sold that Britannica to that wolverine."

Mason shrugged.

"Oh, that."

"Yeah, it's pretty good job."

"Guess there're still some who prefer books to Wikipedia," the wolf mused and gave a glare to the broodily staring Edward on the cardboard stand.

"Hear, hear!" I smiled, proud of the sheer number of books I had managed to fit into my apartment thanks to the IKEA storage system I had in place.

"Aww, look at this, guys, the new hobby books are here!" Crystal nickered happily and held up a book from the box she had open in front of her.

Gah!!

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And with another gruffhanger and catchy themetune and lots of dramatic staring and a flash cut, we're through with the latest instalment!

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